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Zoro had always thought that one shower a week was more than sufficient for hygiene purposes. Yet there was something to be said about showering with Luffy. Being naked together in the bathroom was wonderful, and he didn’t mind doing it more frequently.
“Wow, these nipple clamps are great!” Luffy remarked cheerfully as he flicked one of Zoro’s puffy nipples, currently caught in a vice-like grip courtesy of Usopp’s latest invention.
As the jolt of lighting-quick sharp-edged silvery pain shot up his spine, Zoro bit back a scream, throwing his head back against the wall of the bathroom. Caught between the edges of too much and not enough, Zoro whimpered, taking comfort from the bright grin Luffy sported, willing to let Luffy do just about anything as long as Luffy kept smiling at him like that.
Luffy bent down and laved Zoro’s nipples with saliva, tongue flicking out to tease and soothe the pain, flooding Zoro with an intense pleasure that had him rock hard in seconds. So sue him, but he’d always liked his pleasure with a heady dose of pain, mimicking the harsh intensity of battle, sending adrenaline through his body, overwhelming his system in the best possible way.
His trembling legs barely supporting his standing form, Zoro reached for his captain, pulling him close, laying his head in the crook of Luffy’s neck, panting slowly as Luffy tugged and pinched his clamped nipples with the joyful cheer of a child playing with a new toy at Christmas. Luffy wasn’t even hard yet, so Zoro supposed he currently ranked more towards the toy side of the spectrum than lover.
“Zoro’s legs are about to give way. Lay down on the ledge,” Luffy told him, laughing heartily.
“Don’t be an ass,” Zoro grumbled, but he laid down along the bathtub compliantly, pillowing his head on folded arms, feeling rather like a buffet laid out for a starving man when Luffy turned hungry eyes upon him.
Giggling, Luffy pounced onto Zoro’s prone form with the single focused greedy determination he usually reserved for food. He bit Zoro in various places on his chest, sinking his teeth into Zoro’s meaty pecs. Zoro shivered, but stayed as still as he could, enjoying the feel of Luffy’s teeth on him.
He was marked. Possessed. Owned. And it was a feeling that he loved. He wanted to be Luffy’s, wanted to yell to everyone and anyone, but especially Boa Hancock, that he belonged to Luffy. That Luffy wanted him.
Then, Luffy removed the nipple clamps, bent down and bit hard, right over Zoro’s left pec, taking in Zoro’s swollen nipple into his mouth.
Zoro cursed as Luffy chewed on his nipple like he would a juicy steak. Agony shot through his chest like someone had taken a red, hot skewer to it. “You’re gonna take the whole thing off, Luff,” he commented dryly. As if it wasn’t his nipple that was at stake.
When Luffy finally released him, there were dark red imprints from Luffy’s teeth on his skin, which perfectly encircled his left nipple. And yep, sure enough, droplets of blood beaded around some parts of the broken skin. His nipples were swollen and puffy from the clamps, turning a rather alarming shade of purple.
Luffy licked away the blood apologetically, grinning up at Zoro sheepishly.
Sighing, Zoro gathered Luffy into his arms. He knew his captain sometimes got lost in his own head and he had never once blamed Luffy for it. After all, he was Roronoa Zoro and it was a source of pride for him that he could take anything his captain dished out.
Of course, it’d be great if Zoro could leave a mark, just one, on his captain as well, but Luffy was made of rubber, and the force required to leave a mark on him would in no way be pleasurable.
“Come here Zoro, ride me,” Luffy told him with bright, shining eyes, having already moved on. He swung himself into the empty bathtub and spread his legs, showing off his half-hard erection.
“Aye, aye, sir.” Grinning, Zoro obediently climbed into the bathtub. He reached out to pump Luffy’s cock swiftly. In no time, it had hardened completely and Luffy was ready for him. He almost salivated at the thought that Luffy’s swollen and thick cock would soon be in him.
“Hurry, Zoro...” Luffy whined, impatient as always. He stretched out with rubbery hands to tweak Zoro’s nipples to underscore his point.
Zoro grunted. Sex with Luffy was always a frantic romp at breakneck speed, riding the high of one sensation to the next. Used to the adrenaline high from battle, Zoro wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Patience, Captain,” Zoro teased, but inwardly, he was as impatient as Luffy as he stuck two soap-slicked fingers into his ass hole and stretched it just enough for Luffy to enter. It was not the best lubricant, but Zoro was never one to shy from pain in pursuit of his goals.
Soon, Zoro had Luffy’s dick poised at his entrance as he gazed down on Luffy’s sharp, chiselled features and messy black hair. “Ready, Luff?”
Luffy growled at him and put his hands on Zoro’s waist, a silent threat. “Hurry.”
“Aye, Captain!” A feral grin lit up Zoro’s features as he slammed himself down onto Luffy’s dick all the way, uncaring of the damage it caused to his own body. The tender flesh inside his asshole ripped from the force of the insertion like a wet paper bag, and the friction from the continued thrusts rubbing against the dry skin of the opening of his hole was abrasive.
Zoro held his arms behind his back, showing off his strong, muscular body, and worked his thick, corded thighs, raising up to the tip of Luffy’s cock before slamming down again, working himself open on Luffy’s girth just the way his captain liked it, fast, hard and overwhelming.
Luffy reached out to press Zoro’s large cock into his own belly with one firm hand. He held Zoro there, unyielding and unmoving, even as Zoro’s dick twitched violently in his grasp. There was no friction at all, nothing but the scorching warmth of Luffy’s hand upon his cock. But somehow, even that small denial served only to fan the flames of Zoro’s arousal.
“Zoro’s so hard for me,” Luffy whispered, his eyes alight with a dangerous, primal hunger. “I want Zoro.”
“Anything you want, Captain,” Zoro gasped out, unable to break eye contact.
The next moment, Luffy had flipped Zoro onto his back, dick still in Zoro’s ass. Instinctively, Zoro crossed his legs behind his captain’s back. Luffy’s fingers gripped Zoro’s shoulders tightly, with a strength that Zoro was certain would leave dark bruises on his skin. Then, with a growl that Luffy usually reserved for enemies, he pulled out swiftly before ramming straight back into Zoro, aiming unerringly for Zoro’s prostate.
Zoro howled in pleasure as Luffy fucked him harshly. Each glide of his captain’s dick across his prostate sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. His cock lay untouched and dripping on his belly, but he didn’t care, not as long as Luffy was touching him, staring at him with those dark eyes, smiling gently down at him.
Haloed against the soft light of the bathroom, Zoro thought Luffy looked divine. He doesn’t believe in god but he thought that a god should look like this. Powerful, confident, pleased by the worship of his devoted follower. He was but one man and three swords but Luffy should take whatever he wanted from Zoro, his love, his life, anything Luffy wanted.
“Anything you want I will give to you, Captain,” Zoro whispers amid Luffy’s thrusts, as if confessing a secret. Fucked out and laid bare like this, he finds it easy to say what’s on his mind, to reveal his devotion for Luffy’s scrutiny, to do with as he pleased.
“I know that,” Luffy told him brightly. “Zoro’s mine, after all.”
So saying, Luffy bent down and bit his lips hard. When he drew away, his teeth was bloody. And that casual possessiveness and touch of fiery pain sent Zoro flying to the peak.
“Luff, I’m close...so close...May I come?” Zoro rasped out, shuddering as he tried to hold back his orgasm.
“Yes,” Luffy panted as he gave permission. “Do it, Zoro.”
Zoro screamed as he came, pleasure sweeping him along like a tsunami. When he finally came down from his high, he dimly registered that Luffy was still hard and fucking into him.
Twitching from the oversensitivity, Zoro moaned, but lay pliantly in the bathtub, letting Luffy do whatever he wanted.
Laughing, Luffy reached out to stroke across Zoro’s spent dick. Prickles of needle-like sensation burned Zoro wherever Luffy touched. He was simply too raw, too exposed, he couldn’t bear it anymore.
“Take it,” Luffy commanded, playfully kissing Zoro on the nose.
“Yes, Captain,” Zoro sighed and shuddered through the vicious overstimulation of Luffy toying with his spent cock, interspersing gentle prods with harsh strokes. When Luffy finally erupted into him, Zoro was a quivering lump of over-sensitised nerves, half-hard and exhausted from the intensity of everything.
“Good Zoro,” Luffy bent over to whisper in Zoro’s ear.
Zoro merely whined.
Giggling, Luffy took pity on him and helped him to clean up.
“I’m gonna sleep for a week,” Zoro grumbled half-heartedly when they finally exited the bathroom. His brain was still steeped in a fog of exhaustion, so he didn’t register where Luffy was leading.
“Meat! Give me meat, Sanji!” Luffy hollered at the top of his voice as he entered the galley.
“Dinner’s in half an hour so you gotta wait, shitty captain,” the cook snapped back.
“Come play with me, Luffy,” Chopper stuck his head into the galley to yell. Before Luffy could say anything however, Chopper held up a hoof.
“Hold on! I smell blood! Who’s hurt?” Chopper looked around quizzically at the trio in the kitchen.
The cook raised an eyebrow before he looked at Luffy, then at Zoro. Or more specifically, the part of Zoro’s chest that was peeking out from his robes. The cook narrowed his eyes shrewdly and shrugged. “Well, it’s probably seaweed-head over there.”
Smirking, the cook went back to preparing dinner.
A vein throbbed on Zoro’s forehead. Why, that busybody no-good cook! Why couldn’t he mind his own business?! The last thing Zoro wanted was for Chopper to examine the wounds he currently sported.
“You’re bleeding, Zoro!” Chopper exclaimed as he pointed at Zoro’s chest. “Let me see!”
Luffy turned to look at Zoro quizzically, then seemed to recall something. “Oh right! Zoro, let Chopper examine you!”
“What?!” Zoro turned to look at his captain in betrayal. They were just bites, and no matter what anyone said, there was no need to involve Chopper!
Sheepishly, Luffy turned away and begun whistling nonchalantly. “Captain’s orders. My bad, I might have gotten carried away using those clamps Usopp gave us!”
Zoro deflated. He couldn’t very well disobey captain’s orders and he recognised that Luffy could be worried about him, since this was the first time they were using the clamps. Before he could change his mind, Luffy’s rubbery hands were already stretching to remove Zoro’s robes.
Sighing, Zoro let him. There was no stopping Luffy when he was this determined.
Soon, Zoro‘s chest was revealed in all its naked glory to Chopper and the cook. Critically, Zoro looked down at his own chest, failing to see a problem. Sure, his nipples were purplish red, and somehow, oozing droplets of blood, his chest was full of deeply bruised hickeys that broke skin in some places, but these were all flesh wounds. None of them needed a doctor's attention.
“What happened?!” Chopper wailed as he ran around Zoro in circles, taking in the state of Zoro’s bloodied chest. “Did you fight Zoro, Luffy?”
The distress in Chopper’s voice was evident.
Zoro gritted his teeth while Luffy chuckled and tried to reassure their resident doctor. “No, Chopper, Zoro and I were just having sex!”
Flushing, Zoro grabbed his captain by the collar and hissed, “Chopper does not need to know that, Luff!”
Luffy stared up at Zoro with a serious demeanour. “Chopper’s the ship doctor, Zoro.”
“Aye, Captain,” Zoro accepted the unspoken censure and released his captain. He supposed he was too used to seeing Chopper as the innocent kid brother he never had, forgetting that he would be doing the latter a disservice if he were to hide important information about his health from him.
“Human mating practices are strange,” Chopper exclaimed as he eyed first Luffy, then Zoro. “Do you usually bite each other during intercourse?”
Zoro made a strangled sound in his throat.
Snickers filled the galley. Zoro swore he would murder the cook, as soon as Luffy and Chopper left.
“That’s just our captain,” the cook drawled as he took a puff of his cigarette. “Luffy likes biting our resident algae-head.”
Luffy grinned and nodded. “I like biting Zoro!”
Chopper gaped. “Doesn’t it hurt, Zoro? I will prescribe you some numbing salve.”
Zoro groaned. “There’s no need, Chopper. The point is for it to hurt.”
The reindeer looked at Zoro in confusion. “You want to be hurt during mating?”
And wasn’t that a whole other can of worms to unpack. Zoro could say that Luffy liked to bite him, play with him, and push him to his limits during sex and he liked it. And in fact, he liked the bite marks, and would suffer any amount of pain to get them.
Of course, there were times when the pain tipped over from pain-pleasure into straight-out pain but that didn't matter. Zoro could take it and was more than willing to take it for Luffy.
But there was a difference between that and wanting it.
However, before he could say anything, Luffy told Chopper with a small smile. “Sometimes, I want to hurt Zoro during sex. Zoro lets me hurt him.”
That kind of sounded bad. To anyone else, Zoro was shamelessly unapologetic about what he and Luffy got up to behind closed doors but Zoro didn’t want Chopper to think of Luffy as a monster. “I like everything Luffy does to me. Don’t worry about it, Chopper, I heal fast. ”
That was not the whole truth but Chopper did not need to know that. The truth was that Luffy could do whatever he wanted to Zoro and Zoro would do whatever Luffy wanted. If Luffy wanted his hands, Zoro would lop them off immediately, no questions asked. If Luffy wanted his life, Zoro might ask questions, but they would only be ‘How?’ and ‘When?’
That was consent and translated to Zoro liking it, didn’t it?
Chopper looked at Luffy and Zoro confusedly. To him, it sounded like Zoro was letting Luffy torture him during mating, but Chopper knew Luffy and Luffy wouldn’t do that to a crewmate, much less his mate. What was going on?
Sanji looked unconcerned and slightly amused as he prepared the food, another indicator that there was nothing wrong.
Chopper was aware that he didn’t have the best grasp of human mating practices. He shouldn’t judge, until he had all the facts.
Maybe he should have a talk with Robin after this, Chopper thought. Zoro had looked distinctly uncomfortable talking about this with him, so he supposed he could get his explanations from someone else.
In the meantime, he would do his job as a doctor and heal Zoro’s injuries.
Chopper meanwhile, seemed to have moved on to the next injury. Which happened to be Zoro’s nipples. “You mentioned clamps just now, Luffy, can I see them?”
“Sure!” Luffy dug the nipple clamps out of his pocket and handed it to the reindeer.
Out of the corner of his eye, Zoro saw the cigarette fall from the cook’s mouth as he caught sight of the sex toy.
Zoro wished a hole would open up in the floorboards and swallow him whole. Or he could throw himself overboard, he didn’t mind that. Even though he was not shy about his preferences and sex in general, having to talk about it in front of Chopper and the cook was humiliating.
“I insist that you put salve on this injury, Zoro,” Chopper told him sternly, once he had examined both the clamps and the bleeding mess on Zoro’s chest. “You could get an infection.”
One look at Luffy’s face and Zoro knew that he’d have to obey. “Fine,” he grumbled.
“And Captain, this is not for prolonged usage, it can cause quite a bit of trauma,” Chopper said as he waved the clamps around, before hesitatingly adding, “And pain.”
Luffy nodded sagely. “Got it, my bad. I’ll be careful next time.”
The cook raised an eyebrow. “You’re still going to use it?”
Before the cook could say anything further that would make Luffy feel bad about it, Zoro interrupted, “Shut up, ero-cook. Luffy can do whatever he wants; this is between me and him.”
The cook frowned at Zoro for a moment but Zoro’s will was implacable on this matter. No one should shame or guilt-trip Luffy about his preferences.
In the end, the cook backed down and shrugged, lighting himself another cigarette. “It’s your ass on the line.”
Zoro bared his teeth in a feral grin. “Damn right it is.”
That night, Zoro and Luffy sat in the crow’s nest silently, looking up at the night sky.
“Do you think Sanji and Chopper are right?” Luffy asked, uncharacteristically hesitant. “I should restrain myself so that I don’t hurt Zoro too badly.”
Zoro frowned and gazed at his captain with steely resolve. “Luff, don’t worry about it. You could never hurt me in a way that I dislike.”
He meant every word. Even if, on the off chance, Luffy did something Zoro did not like, the very fact that it was Luffy who did it was more than enough for Zoro to tolerate it.
And then it was Luffy’s turn to frown. “Zoro would like anything I do, let me do anything I want.”
Zoro shrugged and smiled at his lover, his captain. “You know I will, Captain.”
“So it’s up to me to control how much I hurt Zoro,” Luffy said determinedly.
Zoro’s heart swelled. Luffy had always been a free spirit, it was what Zoro loved about him. The fact that he would willingly constrain himself during the love-making spoke volumes. And in the face of Luffy’s consideration, Luffy’s love, Zoro could only bend forward and kiss his beloved captain passionately.
“You don’t have to, Captain. You know I can take it. I want to give you whatever you want,” Zoro told Luffy softly as he leaned his forehead on Luffy’s shoulder. Anything you want.
“I want to be the King of Pirates!” Luffy grinned, flashing a mischievous smirk at Zoro. “And I want Zoro. So Zoro has to tell me if I hurt him too badly, because I want Zoro at my side when I become the King of Pirates.”
And what else could Zoro say to that? He closed his eye, basking in the love and warmth he felt from Luffy.
“Aye, Captain!”